the arrogance the rich folk ooze Take life, waste life just to get those jewels [Chorus:] Uh huh, uh huh, heads will roll Low light low life, recite
" e.p. Vile 37T. Tracks 4,5 & 6 from "I Am The Bloody Earth" e.p. Vile 44T. The Thrash Of Naked Limbs
see no pistol's in the holster Watch the dot's on your forehead I'm gunnin' while you're runnin And there's plenty of bloodshed There's no sympathy over
faggots could do but gossip That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit 'Cause every time I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick Niggaz that's
to my P.O. Deuce up to the boys in blue Billy got brass balls 20 pounds on the catwalk LSD and adderal And LCD's on the wall He's watchin' every move
the show it's the after party Then after the party it's the hotel lobby And after the Belve' then it's probably Cris' And after the original it's probably
for the hood *** *** *** I do it 'cause I could Every star on my jeans gleams 4 X on my white tee's Livin' life like a G that's why These *** *** ***
whole twelve rounds, yeah You broke hoes need to throw in the towel Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel Who me? That's none of your
rounds, yeah You broke hoes need to throw in the towel Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel Who me? That's none of your concern Like
land take flight in the light shade and a brother run up then he get sprayed otherwise at the mall wanna get laid B E L O gone be paid B E L O gone be
I let 'em have it you faggots ain't know my status Fuckin with my mathematics you make us savage Five nine one six O, light brown M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
the chopper from the coppers then put on my vest Life's a baseball game out west Oh yes, you rockin with the best, the S N double O-P, your grandmama
ain't stutter Bitter sweet, my life's a musical From holding nose to roles gold The Lord's beautiful Before him I'm to shame to show my face But she's
hood Big wolves in the woodwork, everything good In the bright lights, Big City, it's ten times gritty Doin' life on the streets, who's biddin' with
themselves, excel Straight G's, moneys and proprieties Black F-G 15's, weighin' trees and O.C.'s We O.G.'s always O.T.ing on a low-key Spit more game
